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So there's these three dreams I've only had once, but they were so vivid and I thought of them when I entered this forum.


The first I had when I was like eight or nine. I used to have this white fluffy bear, it was about half the size I was. I slept with it and took it everywhere with me. In the dream it turned into a dog and the dog got hit by a car, but then it came back and could talk. The weird thing was that no one else in my dream thought it was weird and it smelled. Like dead. I can't even describe it but in my dream I kept saying it smelled dead. The dog didn't like water and never let me bathe it, so I tried avoiding it and I think the end of the dream it was about to turn and attack me but I woke up and the bear like usual was lying next to me I was so scared I threw it across my room and covered my head in the blankets. But later that day when I went to go pick it up it smelled just like it had in the dream.


The second dream was about my next door neighbor whom I had gotten into a fight with when we were 12 or 13 and I wasn't talking to him. I dreamed that our whole block had been demolished by something and our houses were being rebuilt. So being the curious creatures we are we decided to go exploring and he was trying to teach me to skateboard. In all my dreams it's in third person. I usually know I'm dreaming and I'm watching myself do everything in the dream. So when I tried doing a kickflip I landed and tripped over something sticking out from a dirt pile. The me that was watching all of this started screaming at the me that was doing stuff "He's dead, he's dead!" and then the me in the dream looked around and my neighbor was gone. My grandma came over to me and asked what I was doing and I said that Germ(The boys nickname) was teaching me to skateboard and she looked at me weird and said that he'd been dead for awhile. That I was standing next to his body. Then in the dream I had some sort of flashback and he'd been hit by my uncle who was hauling my grandmas piano down the street. So I woke up crying and had a scrape on my elbow, right where I had fallen.


The third was between 9th and 10th grade. I dreamed about my house but in all my dreams it's my house but twisted somehow. Like I said all my dreams are in third person. With me watching myself. So it's my neighborhood but different somehow. My family decided to get a swimming pool, which won't happen in a million years but for some reason no one had been swimming in it for a while. My grandma got mad at me and said one of my friends was out back and I immedietly knew who it was, I started crying in my dream and in real life too. So I ran out back and it was my friend Tom floating, dead, in my pool. The water was green and murky and he looked at me. Well the body did. It was weird. Especially since I never really hung out with Tom. I just kinda knew him. I saw him two weeks after that dream and started crying for no reason.


So yeah. I might be crazy. But I just wanted to know what you guys thought of these dreams.